. Plum grainy veins, unfathomable noises, moues and wrinkle winkle Plumb line, pul- sing, eye to eye, drinks dusks of light. One year after, like a punctuation; one month together, as if these times had meaning, particular meaning, instead of an arbitrary path cut through possibly a mistaken hole in the floor, they thought the radiator was smaller, and there it is, an unfilled circle ninety years old. full moon, and hardnessMy mother I will, she said. . word. Blue (pants, trousers, cover- alls) Blue, all )"There is Mr. Ashley, narrating tempered drophis 'songs' or 'stories' in a intogentle, sing-song chant--what the morning bizniz sweethe terms 'vocal inflections whistles, their hustle lowthat you might call singing.' " the-y fl-y one (tows) three. Stroke in the air, wobble a tune, wow. Two red tickets set at an angle-- Imbedding someextruding somethe interplay between selection, imbedding, and loss. Some few words, chosen, and why; but are also chosen from, once the day was awash in pinpricks, a pull in the back muscle, overlay and no experience. No experience because all.Say.Saw.Operations. Addictions. And noshadow and it was dark within this icyone knowsbrightness all disappearing all intensewritingwhat;does it save it? "diaristic" in impulse, but unbargained, imponderable. Over written. Written then over written, over ridden, the selection is one thing, this (the globule, clot) another. Different plans and different pictures. uneven picture patterns, Most poetry something--irregular blocks, a rebus imagery, structure.trued, held in a rose-pink border. Dreaming I'm crying it's she's crying. . Snaggles, spiggles, stalks peck out snow. Fresh, purple, haiku, heuristic. birds. cumulus color of red sandstone, coal shaleresume theyand close tabulated bunchingresume re theyunfirm unpleasant undulantre who tchounconscioustcho pattern upcrests, its oppositepitter pity hole in thetouching hard and fastthey poke a housedisperselittle nest thick places bound to violent narratives. Marginalia without a center? No beginning, No. No . One word one ending? No, because form "word" kkhkkhgggh at all times is instilled. 0 noble Koré la la that ongo-- threaded into the dyad ingness that entrance into speaking both ends beading, gleaming gargle. Conventionally, "goo gah."encapsulated eyes burning Big finger to the little sleeping mouth It was all cracking makes sure, the even silence breathing. Narrative: the oedipal plot? ends by revealing the hidden father. Pre-oedipal plot? the mother, hidden. Split subject: "a living contradiction." A text to speak now, writing, writing the sung-half song.
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